Once upon a time I obsessed over a guy I dated after he ghosted. To find answers (and his whereabouts so I can confront him like a maniac) I went to Dominican Baraja readers (aka psychics) and performed various Google searches.
“I remember he worked in this part of Queens,” I mumbled to myself while trying to track him down, “and he lived right by JFK…yeah, he use to take the E to the last stop!” I plotted.
So, yeah, I was complete mess and needed an intervention ala Marshall on “How I Met Your Mother.”
Can you relate? Well, then join the club! To bid farewell to my past clinginess, and hopefully yours as well (you better not be Facebook stalking an ex right now!) here are some funny memes about Stage 5 Clingers.